Everything was different now. He had left a young and unruly boy, returning an angry and bitter young man. His best friend was going to school and had a hot girlfriend, and everything seemed to be working out for the people in his life. Other than his father. But too be fair, that bastard probably deserved to be six feet under.

Everything was different now. He had a business to run. The vultures were circling, anyone could see it. He wasn't an idiot. He had also noticed the tremors in his hands getting worse. He wasn't the damn idiot everyone seemed to think he was.

Now he was left standing in the 57th floor of the Oscorp tower, overlooking the city of New York from what was once his father's office. He was more qualified than most to inherit this business, no matter what the other stiff old men claimed.

But he still felt uneasy when he heard the door open behind him. Lingering pain from his father's past behaviors, and harsh words from the stuffy old coots in upper management did lasting damage.

But he never turned to look. To give attention is to give power. He simply glanced at the newcomer's reflection in the window.